Through Your Memory Part 2

The sky darkened, and rain began to pour. I stood under a tree in the middle of the courtyard. Moon and sun fought above me, and for the thirtieth time, the moon won. It's evening. From here, I could see the saintess peering from the large window of a room.

It has been thirty days since her twin last came to see her. When I went to find out why, it turned out that Riven was occupied with raiding her ranks in the nobility. I had heard her murmuring to herself, "Soon, we'll be no puppets. I'll free us."

And though unable to make time to see her sister, Riven faithfully wrote her a letter every day. Along with the letters were some gifts, all of which were intercepted by the old faction. The saintess began to feel alone and sulky; after all, she was still a child.